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von Leaf Ward
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Wait, free the block
Free the, fuck
Nah, free the block
Wait, free the fuck... my
Uh, free the fuck
Uh, salute piece to the block
Uh, uh
Why the fuck you try′n beef with some rank niggas?
I bought bro a Louis belt 'cause he spank niggas
I begged bro not to star you out, you should thank niggas
It ain′t the same, shit changed, niggas ain't with us
They took everything he had, he kept flashing
I might lead the Hellcat, shit long, we kept crashing
Said I was gonna die next, I kept laughing
Yeah, he caught them Bs on his Dean and kept fashioning
I know a lot understand if you a real nigga
I don't think you going straight to hell just ′cause you killed niggas
A lot of capping niggas rap, I can′t feel niggas
You ain't shot a opp and you ain′t getting in this wheel with us
I give my little niggas chips, they having fun with 'em
If we locked in, I got to take whatever come with ′em
He get a mandatory pass if his son with 'em
Any of ′em run with a gun, then I'm done with 'em
These niggas dead broke, trapping like they eat the work
We ain′t got no V, but then Farbro put his feet to work
He got lit, we break the pick, I tell him keep the work
I was in the trap with Jah, wishing that the heater worked
They keep asking me why I ain′t signed, I got deal money
How the fuck you try'n buy this drop with that little money?
Ring phone ring, it′s 4:30, he got pill money
I told bro they could give him a wheel, I got pill money
Every hundred, show the money, got that from the big guys
I get motivated when bro mom throw a fish fry
Only thing a big opp gonna do is big die
We gonna turn him to a big pack and get big high
Why the fuck you try'n beef with some rank niggas?
I bought bro a Louis belt ′cause he spank niggas
I begged bro not to star you out, you should thank niggas
It ain't the same, shit changed, niggas ain′t with us
They took everything he had, he kept flashing
I might lead the Hellcat, shit long, we kept crashing
Said I was gonna die next, I kept laughing
Yeah, he caught them Bs on his Dean and kept fashioning
How you grown up in the streets, watch the shit you speak
I ain't hit the store by the year, but it's feat for feat
Yeah
I ain′t missing shit, still living like I got a hit on the Charleston shit
All the funds in my garage, I barely start this shit
I know I′m lit, think I'm a lick, and watch how doggy get
Niggas know my status, I say it and might sound like I′m bragging
I just spent 300 on my taxes
40,000 for my mattress, it's a Hastens
Put this 40 on your head, just know they crashing
And whoever involved getting hit, ain′t no asking
And that's on the guys, and that′s on the guys
Say Papi ain't Muslim, so they want to ride
Well, all my niggas Muslim and they selling pies
Mike, Bob, Barcellini, bitch, I'm with the mob
200 fucking K, who gonna do the job?
Whoever do it for the free, that′s who get the fee
And we gonna keep it off the neck ′cause we gonna keep it G
And if we talking federal, I can move a B
Every four days, that's less than a week
See your DM, man, you niggas creeps
Better put your dog down, you better get a leash
Had to put the dog down and got it off the tree
Made a lot of dog shit selling a lot of piece
How the fuck you want beef with a rank nigga?
Money longer than your block, get you spanked, nigga
Yeah, Papi, yeah
Money longer than your block, get you spanked, nigga
Free the, fuck
Nah, free the block
Wait, free the fuck... my
Uh, free the fuck
Uh, salute piece to the block
Uh, uh
Why the fuck you try′n beef with some rank niggas?
I bought bro a Louis belt 'cause he spank niggas
I begged bro not to star you out, you should thank niggas
It ain′t the same, shit changed, niggas ain't with us
They took everything he had, he kept flashing
I might lead the Hellcat, shit long, we kept crashing
Said I was gonna die next, I kept laughing
Yeah, he caught them Bs on his Dean and kept fashioning
I know a lot understand if you a real nigga
I don't think you going straight to hell just ′cause you killed niggas
A lot of capping niggas rap, I can′t feel niggas
You ain't shot a opp and you ain′t getting in this wheel with us
I give my little niggas chips, they having fun with 'em
If we locked in, I got to take whatever come with ′em
He get a mandatory pass if his son with 'em
Any of ′em run with a gun, then I'm done with 'em
These niggas dead broke, trapping like they eat the work
We ain′t got no V, but then Farbro put his feet to work
He got lit, we break the pick, I tell him keep the work
I was in the trap with Jah, wishing that the heater worked
They keep asking me why I ain′t signed, I got deal money
How the fuck you try'n buy this drop with that little money?
Ring phone ring, it′s 4:30, he got pill money
I told bro they could give him a wheel, I got pill money
Every hundred, show the money, got that from the big guys
I get motivated when bro mom throw a fish fry
Only thing a big opp gonna do is big die
We gonna turn him to a big pack and get big high
Why the fuck you try'n beef with some rank niggas?
I bought bro a Louis belt ′cause he spank niggas
I begged bro not to star you out, you should thank niggas
It ain't the same, shit changed, niggas ain′t with us
They took everything he had, he kept flashing
I might lead the Hellcat, shit long, we kept crashing
Said I was gonna die next, I kept laughing
Yeah, he caught them Bs on his Dean and kept fashioning
How you grown up in the streets, watch the shit you speak
I ain't hit the store by the year, but it's feat for feat
Yeah
I ain′t missing shit, still living like I got a hit on the Charleston shit
All the funds in my garage, I barely start this shit
I know I′m lit, think I'm a lick, and watch how doggy get
Niggas know my status, I say it and might sound like I′m bragging
I just spent 300 on my taxes
40,000 for my mattress, it's a Hastens
Put this 40 on your head, just know they crashing
And whoever involved getting hit, ain′t no asking
And that's on the guys, and that′s on the guys
Say Papi ain't Muslim, so they want to ride
Well, all my niggas Muslim and they selling pies
Mike, Bob, Barcellini, bitch, I'm with the mob
200 fucking K, who gonna do the job?
Whoever do it for the free, that′s who get the fee
And we gonna keep it off the neck ′cause we gonna keep it G
And if we talking federal, I can move a B
Every four days, that's less than a week
See your DM, man, you niggas creeps
Better put your dog down, you better get a leash
Had to put the dog down and got it off the tree
Made a lot of dog shit selling a lot of piece
How the fuck you want beef with a rank nigga?
Money longer than your block, get you spanked, nigga
Yeah, Papi, yeah
Money longer than your block, get you spanked, nigga
Writer(s): Khalif Ward, Lafayette Gooding Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
